Family = Tears

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the relationship between me and my father, and how I grew to dislike him.... ALOT!

Submitted: August 10, 2011

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The relationship between me and my father is fantastic, well was. He took me to the Radio Station (his work) and he called me his co-manager when we were on air. That was the best thing about my dad. He took me everywhere he went. We had the best times together. We went to the park with the Frisbee and the soccer ball. I would always beat him. But that was the fun in it. He was just so funny and fun to be around.

After a little while we grew further and further apart. I wanted to do more dance competitions which took away the weekends that I saw my dad. I was having fun at the dance competitions but missing my dad, and all the fun times we had, so much.

For about 2 months I never saw him. My mum would e-mail him saying that we were at dance comps or dance lessons. My dad started thinking that my mum was making us do these comps to keep us away from him, which was NEVER the case.

--June 2010—

I got an e-mail from my father saying ‘how cruel my mum is in keeping us away from him and using dancing as a tool to keep us away from him’. He explained how much he misses us each week and how much we are missing out on. Then he gave me three options.

1 To live with him so none of this can happen ever again.

2To see him EVERY second weekend no matter what is on.

3HE is going to walk away, out of our lives.

For now I’m saying goodbye. Text, call or e-mail me when you’re ready to say hello again…

 

I didn’t want any of these things to happen. But instead he chose to walk away. His fault completely.

I felt bad for him so on Christmas Eve I dropped in to say hello. My Nan and Pop where there, so I said hello to them as well. My dad said it was the best Christmas present ever.  

I saw him in January 2011 for 5 days. On the way there my dad said “I regret getting you girls into dancing, your mother keeps entering you in comps so you don’t see me”. I was going to say back to him “No dad, that has never been the case. *Flip and I make the decisions on what comps we want to do, not mum” but I knew I had to keep my anger to myself.

They days with my dad were fun but not as fun as they were 7 months ago. He took me to the radio station. I loved telling jokes on air. People would text the radio mobile and say how good it is to have me back and how funny my jokes were and that I sound good on air.

Since January I have been depressed and wanted to live with my father but then I thought about my mums feelings. If I lived with my dad I would only ever get to see my mum when my dad would let me go. I couldn’t do that to my mum. I have lived with her for 14 years more than my dad. To be honest, I don’t think I really know much about my father.

 

I have not seen him since January 2011.


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